jft Song 0' the m^^ 



^»?& 



Ifc, 







Class JHSi:5j 



CopyrightNO_9j_0 

COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT 



■m^ 



h'"' 

W-'" 

#'■; 






n Song 0* Cbe Ofest 



Deaicatea 

to 

Itly l)u$bana 



:OPYRIGHT ,9,0 BY ESTELLE WALLACE PARIS 






©CI.A27.S9'..)G 







n Song C the (Ue$f 



THE land of the west Is the land for me, 

Where the sweet pine smell from the tall pine tree 
Floats on the soft air, salt from the sea. 



Where the mountain streamlets, icy cold 
Leap down mountains, bursting bold 
Thru gorge and canyon centuries old. 



Where the forests stretch in endless tracts 
And the rythmic ring of the woodman's axe 
Blends with the roar of tha cataracts. 



O, the land o' the west is the land for me 
Where life is abundant, and full and free, 
And a man may be what he wills to be. 



And many a man with a wounded heart 
Poisoned and hurt by the world's keen dart 
Finds the impulse here for a fresh clean start. 



For there's hope in the air and hope on the breeze. 
And promise in every bud on the trees. 
Promise and hope, and more than these. 



Here a man must think and a man must feel 
For the wildness woos with a strange appeal, 
God's handiwork Divine and Real. 



$ 



Cbe Indian 



ILENT and morose is he 

And on hii broad, dark face 
There rests a grim and listless look 
Of a proud and conquered race. 



The hands that once were wont to grasp 

The tomahawk and knife 
And seek with cunning stealth to take 

The intruding white man's life, 



Now old'have grown and lost thier strength; 
"■ Alone, he sits and dreams 
Of brave and teepee, war and dance, 
Of sparkling lakes and streams; 



Of mile on mile of forest land. 
Among whose depths at will, 

The wild game roamed — the bear and deer- 
Then his to hunt and kill. 



(Condnued) 



As memories av/oke there came 

Into his faded eye 
A gleam of pride. His skill had won 

A Dame in days gone by. 



When out upon the purple plains, 

The gallant buffalo 
Fell beneath the unerring aim 

Of his deadly dart and bow. 



For who could lend a farther dart, 
Or one more true than he ? 

Wisest and bravest of his tnbe 
Was he not known to be ':* 



Ah, sweet those days, but past and gone. 

F ew of his tribe remain, 
And into his sullen, somber eyes 

Crept bzkck a calm disdain. 



No more the war paint might adorn 
His swarthy cheek and brow. 

The land the Redman loved so long 
It ruled by white man now. 



m 



my Dream l)Oine 



Y DREAM HOME lies in a sheltered nook 
Where the sea breeze finds its way, 
Where the giant fern and evergreen 
Hold undiiputed sway. 



o o 

Its sweeping lines are broad and low, 
And the casements open wide 

To let the warmth and sunshine in, 
Where my Love and I abide. 

O O 

The roses grow by the garden walk 

Ah, roses are everywhere, 
Clambering high o'er roof and bower 

A glory of color fair. 

O O 

Ah, roses and love and sunshine. 
Are the summer's happy dower. 

The yellowed leaf and the berry. 
For the Autumn's golden hour. 

o o 

-But listen ! The Winter's coming! 

Shut fa»t the casement door! 
Let the pine logs burn and snap and crack 

To drown the breakers' roar! 

o o 

And it seems, as the glad sweet warmth 
Steals thru the shadowed room 

It quiets our senses and hearts 

Like the breath of a deep perfume. 

o o 

With our cares shut out in the darkness 
There's love and content ir.side, 

And a boundless peace in this dream home 
Where my Love and I abide. 



n 



Our Vestcrdays 

H, the time slips by. Each setting sun 
Adds to our yesterdays, one by one 



That long, thin, wavering line of day 
Stretching back thru the mystic haz 



Of the Shadowy Patt — so dim and pale 
Like pallid ghosts beneath a veil. 



With now and then a day in red 

To mark perhaps some dread blood shed 



Or deed or strife or struggle bold. 
And here and there a day in gold 



Glowing and Ainirfl, — a signal light 
To guide our memories to some fight 
Where Wrong was overcome by Right. 



But what is this ? *Can this be mine- 
This slender portion of the line ? 



Ah yes, that small ghost, shivoring, gray 
Marks my wintry first birthday. 



(Continued} 



But where, oh where are my days of gold 7 
My line looks weak, and blue, and cold. 



Have I refused to love and aid 
The stricken at my doorstep laid ? 



Have I withheld the "widow's mite" 
Which should have gained one signal light ? 



Have I buried the talent the Master gave 
And endangered the soul His Son would save ? 



Ah, woe is me ! What shall I say 

When account is made of each Yesterday ? 

O O 

What shall I render the Giver of Good 
For His love and care ? O God, if I could 



But reed«em in a measure the wrong I've done. 
And send my days with each setting sun, 



Into the Past, with a golden hue 

To glow and shine the long years thru, 



Lights to Thine everlasting praise — 
In the long thin line of Yesterdays. 



Olestern Cand 



T T is to Thee, O Western Land 
■ That God hath dealt with generous hand 
The Maker of Heaven and Earth and Air, 
Giving thy portion, knew not to spare 
The richest of soil, gave he to thee. 
So wondrous in its fertility. 
The densest of woods, the fairest plains. 
The broadest of streams, the softest rains, 
The ore-choked mountains stretching high 
Their snow-capped summits to the sky. 
Ah, who can say what the land may hold 
For Builder of Country or Getter of Gold? 
Resource and power beyond our dreams 
Are here to grapple with Brain and Schemes 
Latent for ages awake at last ! 
Thy Future assured, thy slumbers past ! 



Ulbeti Cove eontes Tn 



m 



HEN Love comes into this life of ours, 
With its m-illow, softening art, 
It thrills and w*rms with a touch divine 
And builds for itself a golden shrine 
In the depths of every heart. 



o o 
Upon this shrine sits Love enthroned, 

And rules with gracious sway 
Our inmost thots, our words or deeds. 
Our every impulse, desires or needs. 

Forever and ever and aye. 

.00 

All willing subjects — every one 

We bow before her eyes 

Ashamed to think or reel or do 
A thing that Love declares untrue 
To the best that in us lies. 

00 
Love puts a smile upon our lips 

And in our hearts a song; 
A song of thanks to God above 
For giving us this wondrous love 

So tender and so strong. 

Love bids us kindly deal with him 

Whom sin has led astray. 
Whose walk thru life has ever known 
A path more rugged than our own 

With fewer roses by the way. 

00 
And when our storm of grief is come, 

Its shadow overcast. 
So tenderly as with a child, 
Love soothes with Love the tempest wild 

Until the clouds are passed. 



Jlutumn 



OIT'S now*8 the time of year ! like the best, 
When things seem 8orta settling down to rest, 
And breathe a spell before the Fail sets in, 

And frost and cold their winter's work begin, 
o O 

TTie first dead locust leaves have drifted down, 

The maple trees are turning red and brown. 

And Nature everywhere in colors bold 

Is changing Summer's green for Autumn's gold. 

o o 
The soft wind thru the com tops rustles low, 
Between the rows the glowing pumpkins glow. 
With hints of pies and all the tempting things 
That every glad Thanksgiving season brings. 

O O 
Each season with a charm hath been endowed; 
The Winter with its white low-hanging cloud. 
That wraps the distant hills and vales below 
In a winter cloak of softly gleaming snow. 

O O 
Tlie Spring when all the bursting buds and roots 
In eager clamorous haste put forth their shoots, 
And from the cold, hard earth come peeping up, 
With here a violet — there a buttercup. 

O O 
And Summer next with skies of azure blue. 
And fragrant roses smiling back at you. 
The mellow sunshine, and the deep cool shade — 
The time when fervent bridal vov/s are made. 

O O 
Ah, each is vibrant with a charm its own 
And yet to me the Autumn months alone 
Invites a peaceful rest to tired souls 
Like calm still waters after storm and shoals. 

O o 
For like a dream a golden memory 
Comes drifting from that Autumn down to me. 
Ah, none but golden thots those years unfold 
And none but golden hopes my future holds. 



Ck ttlilful mtt 



POUTING lips and downcast eye. 
Hurled feelings ! My, O my ! 
But there, you know she's only hoaxing 
What she wants is love and coaxing, 
A single tribute to her pride, 
A honied flatter, bravely lied. 



Pouting lips and downcast eye, 
Hurted feelings! My, Omy! 
She'll acknowledge no command. 
She will brook no rough demand.- 
But — in whispers I confess 
That a single, soft caress 
Wins her over, right or wrong — 
She had meant to all along. 



Jin €cbo 







FT times there swells within my heart 

A song which thrills me thru and thru; 
And yet alas, I lack the art 
To put into words for you. 



I cannot tell from whence it springs, 
'Tis more than merely rythmic sound; 

Perchance the song Love only sings 
An echo in my heart hath found. 



I only know it comes to me 
With now the carol of a bird; 

Again within its melody 

The whisperings of a prayer I've heard. 
O O 

And so I can but grateful be — 
That out of all the waiting throng 

Love has chosen unworthy me 
To keep the echo of her song. 



Tbe everyday Cife 



X 



IS not what we do so often, 

As the way in which things are done. 
That counts in the help we give others. 
And friendships are lost or won. 



*Tis not what we say so often, 
As the tone which we employ — 

Which brings to the face of loved ones 
A look of pain or of joy. 



O, then let me be more careful 

Of my manner in speech and deed, 

And be just a little bit gentler 
In the every-day life I lead. 



I)0pe 



C 



HERE are hopes we dare not utter, 
There are thots we cannot tell, 
And in the heart a-flutter. 
Rosy dreams forever dwell. 



The the daily life expresses 

Naught but commonplace and bald; 
Tho the cherished soul-recesses 

Thickly 'round about are walled. 



Still within the heart existing. 
Like a flower shadow-grown; 

Fragile lives the hope persisting. 
We may come into our own. 



c 



nigbf and Day 



HE night is for dreams, when the stars come out 
One by one in the purple dome, 
And the moon's slim crescent threads her way, 
Thru the night clouds fleecy foam. 



The night is for dreams — dreams of youth and love, 

And the building of castles bright; 
For the plighting of vows, and a lover's kiss. 

For laughter, and music, and light. 



The day is for work, when the sun comes up 
From his bed in the mystic East, 

For the toil of hands nnd the sweat of brow. 
For the labor of man and beast. 



The day is for work with the mind and soul. 
For hearty good will and cheer, 

And strong, sturdy blows at the barriers. Fate 
Has placed in our pathway here. 



So night and day, tho like world's apart. 
Have each their own place in life. 

And thru it all, Love, like a magic drop 
Ennobles and sweetens the strife. 



my Prayer 



TONLY ask thru years to come 
That thou wouldst be 
Just near to me. 
The glamour of wealth may be for some- 
But for my lot 
Some quiet spot 
That we can love and call our home. 



I only ask that thou wouldst pour 

Into my ears 

Thru all the years, 
Thy love avowals o'er and o'er; 

Ah, just to know 

Thru weal or woe. 
Thou dost but love me yet the more. 



I only ask — I ask and pray — 

That I in turn 

My blessings earn 
By giving freely, day by day 

From out my share 

Of love, a care 
For those unloved ones by the way. 



m 



Rain and $un 



HAT tho the rain drops beat and beat, 
Aslant 'gainst my window pane, 
And with anxiou* eyes 1 search the skies 
For a bit of blue in vaia. 



What tho the plans of today are spoiled, 
And the things I meant to do 

Must go undone, till another sun 
Shines out from a smiling blue. 



If the day be bleak without my door 

Then all the more reason I 
Must smile and be gay and charm away 
The blue imps that hover nigh. 



What tho the storms of doubt do beat 
With a force I cannot shun,- 

And I know not what may be my lot 
With tomorrow's setting sun. 



If my soul is sick with heavy dread, 

Then all the more reason I, 
With a smiling cheer must hide the fear 

That deep in my heart doth lie. 



For the Power that rules the rain and sun 

Is a Power Omnipotent, 
And every care that is mine to bear 

For ray ovm best good is sent. 



One copy del. to Cat. Div. 



}p^f. 9 l&fi 



LIBRARY 0*;, 



COMGRESS 



018 



A©"? 



2336 



'>r 



